Blurb
I worshiped at the altar of pain, surviving on avoidance, physical to
avoid the mental, anything to forget what I’d lost. When Remi walked through
the door, I felt like I’d paid my price for the passage through hell and been
granted a taste of Eden. Remi was my oasis and I was going to drown myself in
him.
But life takes with no remorse and everything was a mirage. The past
won’t stay dead and a cruel phantom comes to destroy our happiness. The more we
need each other the further apart our lives drive us. I’m torn between my
perfect past and the hope of an oasis, and either choice demands I cut out part
of my soul.
First book in the Inferno series:
Clouded Hell
I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable
flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my
empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is
confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist.
Only my opponent exists. I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi
stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no
attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be
a distraction, but I know I'll never get over him. There isn't a chance in this
clouded hell.
My lips pulled back as fire raced
through my veins. I had no outlet for the rage that filled me. Rain started to
fall, soaking us through instantly.
“I don’t know if I want any of that
anymore,” I said.
“What? It’s who you are.”
I grabbed his shirt, shoving him into
the car. “You are who I am.”
I forced his lips open with mine,
kissing him. He didn’t fight me. He still belonged to me. I knew he felt it as
much as I did.
I tugged at the fabric and he raised
his arms so I could strip off his hastily put on shirt. I shoved his jeans
down, without shame wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He dug his nails into my arm. “Dante.”
“Shut up.” I stroked up his length,
and his fingers tightened, drawing blood. It mixed with the rain and ran down
my arms.
I bit and sucked at his lips and
tongue. His other hand found my hip and dug in. I pulled back enough to meet
his eyes. He was savage with his nails.
“Do your worst,” I said.
“You don’t want my worst.”
I grabbed his balls with my free hand
and twisted, smiling down at him. He returned the gesture by grabbing my cock
through my pants.
“We aren’t in the playroom. I will
return all of it.”
I licked over my lips squeezing more
and raising a brow. It seemed like challenge.
“Hurt me. I need it.”
Both his brows rose, and he nodded. “Are
we doing this out here or are we taking it inside?” Remi unzipped my pants and
dugs his nails into my cock as he freed it.
About the Author
Gray
is a cynical Chicago native, who drinks coffee all day, barely sleeps, and is a
little too fashion obsessed. He writes realistic and damaged characters because
everyone deserves a happily ever after.
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